Ninja Mythology: The Strongest Sand Hidden

Chapter 169
Outside Shayin Village, on a towering plateau, there is an ancient temple. The plaque on the temple is impressively written with three lacquered gold characters of "Maolin Temple".

There are hundreds of steps built right in front of the plaque, and all the pilgrims who come to burn incense and worship Buddha are all amazed.

Because more than ten years ago, this temple was only built on the Gobi at the end of an oasis, with flat terrain and old appearance.

But now around the temple, a whole circular area has been elevated by more than [-] meters from the flat ground, and the originally dry loess environment has now been filled with a lot of greenery full of vitality. growing comfortably.

In the backyard of the temple, in the old house under the ginkgo tree.

At this time, Zong Mi was standing behind an old monk, with a green light of thick fog emitting from his hands, pressing on the old monk's back.

"Master, you are quite old here, why are you still tossing about those sealing techniques?"

"You should take good care of your health and pay more attention to your body!"

Zong Mi frowned and said complainingly.

"Okay, okay!"

"Senior Brother Fenfu and Brother Fenshou passed away one after another a few years ago, and I am the only one left in the sub-generation."

"Life has eight hardships: birth, old age, sickness and death, parting from love, long-term resentment, not being able to ask, not being able to let go... But I have never suffered from any serious illness in my life, I have never had love, I have never been resentful..."

"I'm already very content!"

The old monk said with a smile, wrinkles like loess ravines piled on his gaunt face.

However, the old monk's long silver eyebrows, white beard, and kindly smile have the dusty aura of an accomplished monk.

Zong Mi's two bushy eyebrows were still tightly knit together, because after inspection, he found that the old monk was indeed just aging, which caused the body's vitality to continue to flow, and there was no injury.

"master……"

"If only there were a way for you to continue living with a younger body..."

Zong Mi was silent for a moment, then spoke hesitantly.

The old monk turned his head and looked at Zong Mi in surprise, as if he was surprised that his "disciple" had mastered the secret technique that could reverse life and death.

But the old monk quickly turned his head back, and he quietly stared at the dark night sky outside the house. Although the night was deep, there were still a few stars shining tenaciously.

He sang softly.

"The fine soul leaves the road of life, and the wandering soul enters the gate of death.

I only heard that thousands of people went, but no one returned.

The BMW stands in the air, and the flowers in the garden never climb.

If you seek the supreme way early, you should avoid Sifang Mountain. "

"Consciousness arises from floating bubbles, birth comes from love and desire.

How could I be willing to be a baby when I grew up in the past.

The star eyes follow everyone, and the lips are opened to the breast.

In order to be deluded by the true Dharma nature, yet suffer reincarnation..."

The old monk sang verses leisurely, with a very peaceful and natural state of mind, without the slightest fear of facing death.

"master……"

Zong Mi gently placed his palm on the old monk's shoulder, and only the dry shoulder bones remained, like a tree trunk after being exposed to the sun for decades in the desert.

"It's okay, Somi!"

"Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things, and time is the passerby of a hundred generations. Life is like a dream, how much is it for joy?"

"Everything has a cause and effect, Zong Mi, you don't have to feel sad..."

The old monk put his rough palm on the back of Zong Mi's hand, and comforted him instead.

"Then... Master, do you really have no wish?"

There were tears in Zong Mi's eyes. For this old monk who brought him up after picking him up, Zong Mi always regarded him as a 'father' in his heart.

He is not like ordinary monks who stubbornly recognize those Buddhist principles and firmly believes that classics are eternal truths.

In the process of teaching Buddhism to Zongmi, the old monk is often impressed by Zongmi's whimsical ideas, and will seriously reflect on whether there is anything wrong with the Buddhist scriptures.

This is also the reason why Somi respects and loves him so much. He has been studying and trying to explain the meaning of Buddhist scriptures to him in a way that Somi can understand.

After a long time, the old monk who was staring at the few rays of light in the night sky suddenly turned around, stared at Zong Mi's eyes, and said, "There are indeed!"

"When I was young, I once made a great wish in front of the Buddha, to surpass Senior Brother Fenfu, not only to carry the darkness forward, to spread the Dharma, but also to be a great virtuous and eminent monk who saves the suffering of all living beings..."

"Forehead……"

When Zong Mi heard such an unrealistic wish, for a while, even his sadness quietly drifted away, but he couldn't laugh, he could only hold back.

"Ah!"

The old monk seemed to know what Zong Mi was thinking, he laughed at himself.

"You also think it's incredible, don't you?"

"But everyone has a time when they are young..."

"But when I traveled to various countries, I realized that this is simply impossible, greed, jealousy, lust..."

"These evils are buried deep in people's hearts, and if they are not careful, they will burst out and cause conflicts and wars..."

"Reincarnation is endless, war is endless..."

"Many years later, after the cruel reality completely crushed my ridiculous wish, I returned to this temple and hid in the sea of ​​Buddhist scriptures, trying to find a feasible path..."

When the old monk said this, his voice suddenly stopped, Zong Mi's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly checked the old monk's life signs.

After confirming that it was only a false alarm, Zong Mi heaved a sigh of relief and asked, "Then master, what are you thinking now?"

"right now……"

The old monk sighed leisurely.

"The method of the first generation of Naruto is indeed wrong, and today's ninja world is still fighting frequently."

"If someone can bring real peace to the ninja world and pave the way for the growth of all living beings, I believe that only Somi can do it!"

"But master, haven't you always opposed my method of using violence to control violence?"

Somi asked suspiciously.

"Originally, but I suddenly figured it out recently."

"Vajra glaring, subdue the four demons, the Bodhisattva lowers his brows, compassionate to the six realms!"

"What Purdue sentient beings need is a power that can suppress the evil in the entire world..."

"So, Soya!"

A strong light suddenly flashed in the old monk's eyes, and he stared straight at Zong Mi, as if he wanted to put the words directly into the depths of Zong Mi's soul.

"No matter how terrifying blood-colored thunder your means will shoot out, but your heart must always maintain a bodhisattva heart, and don't fall into the abyss of killing and hatred!"

"This is my only wish to be my teacher!"

Somi didn't answer right away.

a long time……

Zong Micai nodded firmly at the old monk with firm eyes.

"Good! Good!"

Seeing this, the old monk showed a happy smile, the wrinkles on his face stretched out, and then he waved his hand slightly, making Zong Mi lean down.

Zongmi leaned over suspiciously. When his head rested on the old monk's shoulder, the old monk put his withered right hand on Zongmi's forehead. He first closed Zongmi's eyes, and then put his palm on his forehead.

After a while.

The old monk actually chanted prayer scriptures.

"Om, Sudha, Sudha, Shuma, Shuma, Sapoha..."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Zong Mi felt that this scripture was different from the scriptures he had heard since he was a child. It might have been chanted by an eminent monk himself.

Although these are all uncommon words, the old monk's enunciation is very clear, and there is a strange sense of vibration, as if he really summoned the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss in a different space to perform miracles.

And Zongya's forehead also seemed to have a warm feeling permeating and radiating inside, as if immersing his soul little by little in the steaming hot spring.

Accompanied by this comfortable feeling and the solemn chanting, Zong Mi became dazed.

I do not know how long it has been.

Zong Mi woke up suddenly, the night sky outside was still dark, and the twinkling stars were also covered by the dark night.

When Zong Mi hurriedly looked at the old monk, he was leaning on the reclining chair peacefully, with a smile that hadn't faded from his mouth.

The appearance of the old monk was not like that of an eminent monk sitting cross-legged, but rather like an ordinary old man who had settled his worries, with his hands resting casually on both sides of the reclining chair.

When Zong Mi felt the breath of the old monk with slightly trembling hands, the tears in Zong Mi's eyes finally couldn't hold back, and burst out of his eyes.

"master……!"

(End of this chapter)